CHAPTER 13 DANNY
Well, I can officially confirm that engagement sex is the best sex.
I’ve had a lot of sex. I can’t define what a lot is, but let’s just say plenty.
And nothing holds a candle to what we just did up here on the roof.
It was intimate and powerful, sexy and beautiful. It was different.
I’ve never been engaged before. I’ve never fucked somebody I plan to call wife someday.
I’ve never been so goddamn crazy in love before, and all that combined together led us to this moment.
I hold her in the afterglow, and despite the strange road we took to get here, what we share overpowers everything else. It was inevitable that we’d end up right here—maybe not in this geographical location, but at this moment.
I don’t care how we got here. I’m just glad to be part of the ride.
She shifts so I slip out of her, and there’s a profound sense of loss once our bodies are physically separated. But emotionally, I still feel very much connected to her. And I always have, really—since the moment we started sharing those powerful types of feelings with each other.
And it’s that connection that I think will help pull us through the times when we can’t physically be together.
It’s that connection that bonds us together in a way that makes me feel confident that this is it for both of us.
This is that once-in-a-lifetime type of love that I wasn’t even searching for.
She shifts off me, and I tuck my cock back into my slacks and stand. I pull her into my arms, and we sway to the soft instrumental music playing in the background. I didn’t know what music to play, so I YouTubed romantic instrumental music and started up the first playlist I found.
I’m starting to believe that she actually said yes.
It’s starting to hit me.
We’re really doing this.
And soon.
Eventually the call of hunger rings out, and I walk us over to the table. I pull her chair out and motion for her to sit, and then I serve up the plates that’ve been on warmers since we came up here.
I went with salmon and asparagus with a little fondue chocolate thing for dessert. It seemed romantic, but what the hell do I know about romance?
“This is so romantic,” she says just as I have the thought.
Apparently I have more tricks in my arsenal than I knew.
“So you want to get married before Christmas Eve?” I ask, and the words should scare the hell out of me.
To my surprise, they don’t. They feel as natural as breathing. She glances up at me as if to double check my reaction to my own words—as if to catch me feeling a little nervous about that, but I gaze back at her with the full conviction in us that I feel, and it seems to calm her.
She nods. “I do. And not because of my dad, or because of Brooks, or as some way to protect me from having to marry someone else. Because I want to marry you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Because when I’m with you, I feel like I can be who I really am in a way I’ve never had the luxury to be before.
I don’t have to play the part my father has carefully crafted for me, and being with you makes me feel…
” She shakes her head a little as she thinks of the word and then lifts her shoulder. “Free.”
“You are free with me, Lex,” I murmur, and it tears at my heart that she’s felt this way her entire life—and even more that she’s felt this way but couldn’t put words to it…until she met me. Until she caught a glimpse of everything she always deserved to have.
“I know I am.” She tilts her head and brushes a tear away. “I want your mom there,” she says suddenly. “And your sister. And whoever else you want to be there.”
“What about on your side?” I ask.
“That is for my side. And in a perfect world, I’d want Gregory there, but I know that’s not possible since we’re on the run.”
Maybe it is possible. Anything is possible, and I’m not really sure that’s something I believed in until I met her.
“Where do you want to get married?” I ask.
She glances around. “This rooftop seems pretty perfect, but why don’t we head down to San Diego and do it there?
There’s scenery all along the coast. We’ll find our perfect rooftop deck in a place that’s more convenient for your mom.
And then we can go on our honeymoon to the place I always dreamed of going for my honeymoon. ”
My brows dip. “Where’s that?”
“Disneyland.”
“Disneyland?” I echo. Is she kidding right now?
Isn’t Disney for kids?
The things I plan to do to her on a honeymoon—or any other time, really—are definitely not suitable for kids.
She nods. “Disneyland.”
“All the tropical locations in the world, and you want to have your honeymoon with a mouse?”
She laughs. “You heard me right. Since I was seventeen, I haven’t been able to walk around Disneyland without a crowd gathering around me.
I want to dress up as Disney characters, wear a just-married sash, and get one of those buttons newlyweds get to wear.
I want to spend the day feeling like a kid—riding rides, laughing, and eating Mickey ice cream bars.
I want to be carefree and happy. And then I want you to take me back to our hotel room and treat me like the grown ass woman I am. ”
“Ass? Did you just say you want me to take your ass?” I raise a brow.
She shrugs. “I didn’t not say it.”
Oh, man.
I’m in for a lifetime of shocking words from this woman.
And I can’t wait for every single second.